Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Welcome Benefactor 7 [Kathy et al.]

Miss Cathy, who came up to bed following Miss Leslie, looked down at Miss Leslie with a slightly frightened face that felt completely satisfied.

“Aren’t you too lightly fucked for anything…?

“Heh… heh, because…”

“There’s no law against having fun, is there? Besides, there are a lot of them out there, and they seem to be enjoying themselves without the tech.”

“Well… but there’s something about pride in my professional work.”

Miss Cathy sighs as she throws away her last piece, her hipster.

But Miss Leslie, who slept relieved, rose up with her hands fixing her messy hair, laughing couscous with a cheerful face as she gave way to the place.

“… I’m elbowed. Heh heh, young young ‘”

“Become…”

“If you mean professionalism, you have to make sure your customers don’t understand that kind of penetration. Wouldn’t it be nice to show them how much more room they can afford in the middle of an episode?

“What, was it an act?

“Ya, I admit I took an unconsciousness. But I agree with your brother, doesn’t that seem more fun?”

Unconsciousness may also be lip service, but I still feel better than being assured of acting. Miss Leslie, it’s pretty old to just make other top whores look young.

“I’ll let you do my thing. Well, I won’t let you shoot me for nothing.”

Miss Cathy spans my hips.

Unlike Miss Leslie, she’s relatively long (never taller than a man, but the height at which she gets summery), and her chest and buttocks volume is really splendid for that matter, and this one is arguably the shape a man likes. Dark elves with lots of black or silver hair, too, but Miss Cathy has beautiful, loosely wavy blonde hair, which you might call a little fresh exoticism there, too. Miss Leslie is a little dark silver, by the way.

“Please be gentle.”

“I won’t be clueless. If you don’t take care of yourself, Othin may feel a ton better…”

I’m either in combat mode or trying to fascinate you with a really atmospheric grin.

Just what I want.

Embrace each other to tangle, stroke its brown yet fine skin, and let them indulge in its boobs and buttocks.

How confident you are in the kiss, Miss Cathy concentrates on intertwining and tasting my tongue with a kiss while leaving herself in my hands. Really luscious tongue technique, like if I had experienced this when I was a virgin, I might have ejaculated before my penis went into my vagina.

But, well, there’s a longer-than-human tongue, experiencing a clever dragon and a number of kisses, so I managed to only stand to fit in during surgery.

As I continue to kiss, I thank Miss Cathy for her vaginal mouth, which has not yet dried Miss Leslie’s vaginal juice. As she glanced at the hairless labia with a bell mouth as she urged, Miss Kathy let go of her lips and seemed a little dissatisfied.

“You’re surprisingly calm… even though most young people are boneless with this tongue”

“I’m being trained by a good kisser.”

“Heh… I could tell in the atmosphere that you were getting your hands on your big husband’s sister, but that person?

“No, you’re not. Mr. Hilda would probably look awesome if he meant it.”

“What’s Hilda… Um, Doctor Hilda? Is that the guy’s alley?

“… and Mr. Deane and Mr. Knoll”

“Three…… and a knoll of gemstone butterflies? My big husband won’t get mad, either. I wonder how you got on your side.”

“Well, Holla, with everything… no, not in a horny way.”

Taste Miss Cathy’s vaginal mouth with this subtle push, and talk about it like that.

I know you’re going to be in a hurry, but I know it’s going to be in my hands that my feelings are getting better and better.

Open labia, subtle changes in eyesight, amount of love fluid, and voice. If you’re performing everything in calculations, then don’t want to be fooled by that, this is…

And as I listened to that conversation, I could see the waiting whores bothering me.

Looks like Mr. Hilda’s name was still big…. Well, I’m sure of my arm, and I’d love to treat that guy’s girl’s skin and simo relationship. I guess not many whores were taken care of.

“Well, Kathy, it’s time for you to taste it…”

“Mm-hmm… I can’t help it, hey…”

I’m so impatient, I just let my fingers feed into my ass, and Miss Cathy finally drops her hips, waiting for me to ask clearly.

Sprinkles, and the feeling of being swallowed by warm soft meat.

“Hmmm… I did… Fine, fine, maybe the other way around…”

“I’m not so repetitive…”

It’s not supposed to be clearly weird in shape to the way I saw it.

Speaking of which, Mr. Deane and Lyla used to get a little excited about that story before.

A woman’s vagina is a lot of things, and I’m sure some women have exquisite angles that fit very well or something.

“Well, let me show you my professional hipster.”

I knock my back to bed, hand in hand behind my head, and demand a technical presentation from Miss Cathy a little transversely.

… ‘Cause this is the kind of situation that makes you want to do it? It’s this kind of “obvious” thing.

I’m sure the majority of kids will be happy to work hard even if they demand it from their female slaves. But basically, I don’t feel like this kind of “look at the arrangement” kind of thing is in the context of doing it to our female slaves.

“I told you… I’ll show you the moves of sex that can’t be traced by a human woman”

“Yeah, what year is it?”

“Heh heh, long enough for someone to squeeze when they teach humans poorly…”

Miss Cathy says so, slowly using her hips out.

Guchu, guchu, guchu guchu, and somewhere out of clap vagina sounds like rhythmic.

“Oh… this is something I do just brag about…!

There’s just something to say, and that vagina gives the penis a complex, delicate, bold and diverse stimulus that doesn’t seem feasible first in female slaves other than Mr. Hilda.

But when Mr. Hilda does it for real, he can no longer recognize pleasure as pleasure, or he’s ejaculating at the same time as a moment of intense shock he’s not sure about, so it’s not as good as that.

Even if I could. Right now, there’s no reason for me to normally want to have fun with sex, or maybe I can do it technically. But for now, I feel “a little weaker than Irina Manko”.

Conversely, Irina, who feels so good without any particular skill or snag, is amazing, or something weird, and looks at Miss Kathy dancing irregularly on her body.

I suck at thinking of other women in the middle of sex…… but well being a whore I just met today is hard to keep in mind.

But, well, even though I’m a stranger, no, because I’m a stranger, there’s something oddly stifling about all these well-styled beauties waving their hips passionately for me.

Should it be called “king’s luxury”? Only Miss Leslie just now, and no less than the extraordinarily beautiful whores who are waiting for me in order. What a situation to make a man’s self-esteem serve a woman he has just met.

Just a little surprised and self-conscious that I have such a waggy greed in me, I honestly concentrate my consciousness towards ejaculation while being elevated to Miss Kathy’s vaginal service.

“Is it about time… I want to get it out, is it…? I can tell by the state of the otin…”

“Oh don’t hesitate… let me out, I’ll take it, Mr. Kathy…!!

I don’t hesitate to ejaculate against Miss Kathy, who is somewhere to be proud of.

“Hiaah… ahh, this, wow…”

The semen is like rolling out the urethra and rushing out into the vagina as I tremble my penis.

The amount that was also unfortunately shown during Miss Leslie swells the lower abdomen of the dark elf this time, and leaks out bushy.

“Ha… this is, indeed… wow, maybe…”

Miss Cathy narrows her eyes and immerses herself in the shock of ejaculation. Miss Leslie, who was completely resurrected, agreed adorably that it was “right”.

“Well, Mr. Cathy,”

“Oh, hey… hold on, I’ll be out of the way in a little while…”

“No, don’t go away. Another fight. I was wondering if you’d let me attack you next.”

“… yeah, but then…!?

“I’m fine, I think we can all go around and still afford it.”

I rolled Miss Cassie aside, tried to change her posture and laughed and showed her.

Attack alternation. I’m not satisfied yet.

“By the way, I, I didn’t say it, but I kind of keep it with twenty female slaves, and I’m bringing half of them here. My daughters who were with Mr. Knoll and Mr. Hilda earlier are all day-to-day sex with me.”

“Eh… eh?

“That’s why. What do you hate about Mr. Carlos not because I’m human or because I’ve got my hands on my favorite sister, but because I’m too surrounded by women? So it’s true that thirty shots is also true. Depending on how you’re doing, you can get nearly forty shots out.”

Well, actually, I don’t think the “human” part or the “hands on my favorite sister” part is light.

“Become… oh, that’s, uh, a lie…!?

“You should spend the night counting”

That’s what I say, wink at Miss Leslie, and start offending Miss Cathy.

… I knew it was better to do it than to do it.

And the next morning.

When I left the guest room for breakfast, there were female slaves waiting outside (including, of course, Mr. Deane and Naris and Naia).

“Ho. Sounds like you enjoyed it.”

“Thanks to you. I have to thank Mr. Carlos.”

“Did you feel good?

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“Exactly. I could taste all the porn moves.”

Answer lightly to the two dragons.

We all felt generally bitter, but Luna and Naris seemed a little out of tune.

“I can’t believe I wasted a single night of semen on a woman who opens her crotch to anyone with money…”

“Nothing. It’s not like I just found out who Chief Smythson wields his dick to. Wouldn’t it be nice if you let him stay in a room like that and let him get away with it?

“Well, it was fun. It was like a pajama party.”

“It’s such a fierce pajama party or ant. What about Tetes?!? It’s a pyjama party or something that cleans up in three seconds even if ten demons fall into an avalanche!?

“Naris, you put yourself up on that kind of identity shelf, sometimes.”

“I’m not proud of you, but the ‘Red Arm You Don’t Look Strong’ vote was grand! In Catalina!”

Don’t get chesty. I do feel like Tess seems stronger than I know the bottom line in a way.

… so.

“Ha… these people are really female slaves. I’m fine with wasting semen and stuff.”

“Right.”

Miss Leslie, who came out with me holding my arm, is impressed.

And it’s Mr. Hilda who approached that Miss Leslie casually.

“Ha, Cosmos…… isn’t that your source name, is it now?

“Healder ♪ Come to the store later, I’ll serve you a good drink”

“… Cosmos? That’s not the name of the store.”

Miss Leslie laughed lightly.

“Oh, yes, it is. It’s been about 300 years now, and I realize that people who know it’s not an established name will pull it off in Toshi.”

“Actually, you’re about the same age as me.”

“I’m about ten years younger than Hilda.”

“… eh”

No, that doesn’t match the look of the elf system sometimes. Even though I’m an adult like Irina and Laurier, I only look like a child.

…… Almost the same age as Mr. Hilda!?

“My great-grandson’s great-grandson didn’t know I was here to take the brush down. Well, I made you look familiar, but it was hard to find out later, haha”

“Wow, dream situation “

“I think it’s a little strange to call this a dream, Hilda.”

… while still realizing that dark elves are not half as good.

“I’ll tell you a vivid story in front of my customers…”

Miss Cathy wakes up like she cares. The other whores also woke up because of the loud talk on the boulder.

In the end, he was doing it until the dawn of replacement.

“And it was amazing, brother. Sometimes customers say it takes a lot of work if it’s a late leak, but I really can’t believe it’s so stunning…”

Miss Cathy kisses me gently on the cheek. The female slaves (especially Naris and Luna) make complex faces.

“Here, our address. If you come to the store, you’ll be pissed off if you don’t take the money, so come and date me personally.” “

Pong, and he pushes a wooden coaster on me. There was an address on the back.

“If we’re the owners, I don’t feel comfortable.”

Leslie, again, Miss Cosmos has said that brightly and rubbed her face like a cat. My ears look picky and very enjoyable.

“No, there’s plenty of them over here, too.”

“Andy, Grandma said I’d take the money if I just pulled it off and put it in the store.”

“That’s right, Smythson. Ten Chiefs don’t even bother coming all the way to Tark for sex, do they?

Yeah, Luna’s kinda glad Naris is jealous anyway. No, Luna’s happy, too.

“Huh. I thought you said you were from Trot. Then I’ll go get pregnant.”

“What that proclamation!?

“I have a long-standing relationship with customers I like. Including child making.”

“I can’t exactly imitate you…”

Miss Cathy posed like a headache.

… Well enough to have my great-grandson’s great-grandson out, so I guess I gave birth in the middle of my career.

When I hear Miss Cosmos proclaim that, I whisper to Hisohisso too, the unworthy whores who are dressed in the bed behind me.

“Oh, but I also imagined being a little pregnant when they got me out of there…”

“I get it. I get it. If it’s that overwhelming, it’s kind of like getting pregnant.”

“Man, I don’t think it’s gonna be nice if you don’t have the guts to get laid.”

“Wonder if you could come to us too… if you’d let me move to Mr. Leslie”

… Some daughter seems to have really liked my mass ejaculation.

“That’s very popular, Andy”

“Of course, the woman you enslaved is your priority, right?

Pong, Pong, and Angelos and Aurora have slapped me on the shoulder.

… No, these daughters, they were part of that “armed Pashama party,” I was a little scared to remember.

The female slaves are tolerant of porn, but just as unlimited.

… Well, they’re dark elves, and they’re long tempered.

In time, sneak around when I forget, I guess.

(cont ‘d)